Od Istorijskog Avnoj-a - Zabranjeno pušenje

Cetr’espete njega je primila partija

a s' vojskom je us’o u Trst

sada ulazi na vrata komesarijata

a prima ga Crveni Krst

Njegov sin vise nema svoga osmjeha

po kom su ga znale cure s' Koseva

kaze, stari, tvoja Juga je veliki zajeb

tebe i tvojih komunjara

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A stara sjedi i place

kaze, Dragane, pusti vijesti malo jace

od istorijskog AVNOJ-a

do izbjeglickog konvoja

preko Sremske Race

U njemu tece krv radnih akcija

kad se diglo i selo i grad

bio je on bez igdje icega

ali nikad prazan k’o sad

Stari, sad se vidi, sad se vraca

s' kim ste htjeli da budete braca

zajebo vas Tito i partija cijela

sloboda ocigledno nije umjela da pjeva

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Ponekad sanja smrt kako se sunja

i odvodi najbolje drugove

a ponekad usni nerodjenog unuka

sto zbori Majakovskog stihove

Sa barikada se cuje «No pasaran»

o, kako je cudan bio taj san

tu je ceta proletera, zastava crvena

tu je slika Ive Lole Ribara

A stara veli dosta svadje

kaze, Dragane, pusti vijesti malo jaèe

od istorijskog AVNOJ-a

do izbjeglickog konvoja

preko Sremske Race

He was received by the party on the fourth day

and with the army he entered Trieste

now enters the door of the commissariat

and is received by the Red Cross

His son no longer has a smile

by which the girls from Kosevo knew him

he says, man, your South is a big fuck

you and your communists

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And the old woman is sitting and crying

he says, Dragan, let the news go a little louder

from the historical AVNOJ

to the refugee convoy

via Sremska Raca

The blood of labor actions flows in it

when both the village and the city rose

he was with nothing anywhere

but never empty like now

Dude, now you see, now he's coming back

with whom you wanted to be brothers

fuck you Tito and the whole party

freedom obviously could not sing

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Sometimes he dreams of death as he dreams

and takes away best friends

and sometimes the lips of an unborn grandson

one hundred verses of Mayakovsky

"No pasaran" can be heard from the barricades

oh, how strange that dream was

there is a company of proletarians, the flag is red

there is a picture of Ivo Lola Ribar

And the old woman says a lot of quarrels

he says, Dragan, let the news go a little louder

from the historical AVNOJ

to the refugee convoy

via Sremska Raca